Much to the complete surprise of myself and everyone who even remotely knows me, I found a fast-food item that I like. A Lot. I feel a little ashamed, but also thrilled and delighted, like having a new crush on someone I probably shouldn't bring home.
The other night I went over to my friend's house for dinner and when I arrived I was asked if I wanted to take a walk get a little something to add to our meal. I thought I heard H. say, "Hey, you wanna go to pie-pies?" "Sure," I said not at all understanding where we were going or of what business she was speaking. But as we entered the Mission I started to catch on.
Popeyes lives on the random corner of 22nd and Mission. For years I lived about three blocks from said location and had never, until now, stepped foot in it. H. picked up a dozen and I thought that sounded like a lot for just her and her g.f. D., but I knew better than to get between her and her home-town's comfort food. I felt completely honored that I, a Yankee, was being invited to eat real Texas/Louisiana border boudin and all the trimmings! H. also picked up some Popeye's red beans & rice and off we went back to their house.
OK, we have to talk. After one bite of that warmed biscuit I have had to re-think everything I have ever known. How did a fast-food joint get the bottom crust golden? Without a hint of nasty flour residue? How did that biscuit not only melt in my mouth but have the tricky perfume of good fatty butter? Goddamn.
The joke was that H. bought 12 biscuits so that I could have one. But now I have more than a crush. Even my Yankee roommate D. admits to thinking they're pretty good. I never thought I'd see the day when eggbeater would fly the Popeye's logo proud. Except for the odd In & Out burger once every few years, fast food is not my thing. Politically or digestibility.
**For those of you in SF who can't get with Popeye's, Great Biscuit News arrived yesterday. Amanda Berne reported in Scoop that Joanna Karlinsky of (the late) Meetinghouse fame will be serving her unbelievable biscuits at Elite Cafe (2049 Fillmore st.) when it is up and running after some renovations!!!!!! These little round baked mounds of joy are a reason for living.**